It's been a rough week. So, like all amazing quick fixes, Ima not gonna talk about it! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
...on that note...
I really want spaghetti. Will someone mail me spaghetti? that would be nice. Thank you.
OHOHOH!
THANKSGIVIIIIIIIIIING!
It's coming up! And I have no school for the rest of the week! YAY!
...and did you know that Thanksgiving is in October in canada?
I only know this because of my friend Rachel, who lives there...
I've never been to Canada.
But I'd like to
Maybe.
Actually, send me somewhere warm, like fiji. No, wait, not Fiji. Send me to Cali. But in a nice part. Preferably with minimal traffic.
... It's amazing how I can talk about nothing, isn't it? *eyebrow raise*
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
... *twitchtwitch*
And... snapples! Here I am again!
So... in my government class... we learned about...
*drumroll*
Cow tipping.
Why, do you ask? Well, my teacher comes from Minnesota (I can't spell worth a darn)and went to, and I quote: "Moo U." so we got to learn about the fine art of sneaking up on large mammals and scaring them out of their wits. His advice? 'Push them over, run like hades, avoid cow pies. They're lethal.'
Gee. Thanks, Mr. B. I'll be sure to remember that.
Now that that's out of the way... to what I actually wanted to talk about!
I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(insert more exclamation marks here)
I had to get four today. (Refer to 'Registration' entry for even more ranting fun) My entire left arm... is sore and useless. Teh pain. Teh horrible pain.
And I almost passed out afterwords. Thank you anemia. The nurse first noticed when she gave me the menengitis one, looks away, looks back, and says 'Uh-oh,(NOT one of the top ten things you wanna hear from someone who's poking you with sharp objects) you're really bleeding.'
Yes. I was. Then I stood up, went white as a sheet, sat down, and had apple juice forced down my throat for the next twenty minutes.
But hey. At least I won't get deathly ill, right?
Right?
So... in my government class... we learned about...
*drumroll*
Cow tipping.
Why, do you ask? Well, my teacher comes from Minnesota (I can't spell worth a darn)and went to, and I quote: "Moo U." so we got to learn about the fine art of sneaking up on large mammals and scaring them out of their wits. His advice? 'Push them over, run like hades, avoid cow pies. They're lethal.'
Gee. Thanks, Mr. B. I'll be sure to remember that.
Now that that's out of the way... to what I actually wanted to talk about!
I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(insert more exclamation marks here)
I had to get four today. (Refer to 'Registration' entry for even more ranting fun) My entire left arm... is sore and useless. Teh pain. Teh horrible pain.
And I almost passed out afterwords. Thank you anemia. The nurse first noticed when she gave me the menengitis one, looks away, looks back, and says 'Uh-oh,(NOT one of the top ten things you wanna hear from someone who's poking you with sharp objects) you're really bleeding.'
Yes. I was. Then I stood up, went white as a sheet, sat down, and had apple juice forced down my throat for the next twenty minutes.
But hey. At least I won't get deathly ill, right?
Right?
Friday, November 6, 2009
I... I...
I AHM BAHK!
After a semi-long hiatus, everyone's favorite teenager returns to the web! Amazing! What will I do next?
... No really, to the three of you that actually read this thing, I'm back now. Huzzah. (throws confetti)
So, to catch up on life...
...
okay, nothing new there either. School is school. I have a really bad headache. And I am presently eating a muffin.
Nummy muffin.
...
*omnomnomnom*
OH! BRAINSTORM!
Would you like to hear about the most ridiculously horrid day ever experienced in the history of mankind? (Happened... a week ago? Two?)
Well, this is my blog, so.... YES YOU DO! *clears throat*
A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away *coughcoughHighSchoolcough* there lived this stupid little rule called the Hall Sweep.
And in this stupid little rule, poor students caught outside of the classroom in this horrendous event get a fun little paper called a CITATION.
Yours truly, by no fault of my own, got one of said fun papers.
BUT I AM NOT DONE YET!
So, innocent little me wanders through school, goes to class, manages to survive until luch without blowing something up, when some smart person PULLS THE FIRE ALARM.
This happens to be the fire alarm two feet away from our table.
So me and the two people still in the vicinity get herded into the pricipal's office, where we are promptly informed (coughcough screamed at) that someone better fess up now, or we all get ISS (in school suspension).
The problem? We KNOW who pulled it. We SAW the girl. She happens to not be among the group presently being interrogated. Are our protests heard?
Here's your answer: I got to sit and stare at a wall in ISS for an hour and a half.
Yay.
And I'm STILL marked absent for fourth period.
And then my ride had already left.
And then I walked home.
In flats.
And killed my ankle falling down a hill.
Top that. I dare you.
After a semi-long hiatus, everyone's favorite teenager returns to the web! Amazing! What will I do next?
... No really, to the three of you that actually read this thing, I'm back now. Huzzah. (throws confetti)
So, to catch up on life...
...
okay, nothing new there either. School is school. I have a really bad headache. And I am presently eating a muffin.
Nummy muffin.
...
*omnomnomnom*
OH! BRAINSTORM!
Would you like to hear about the most ridiculously horrid day ever experienced in the history of mankind? (Happened... a week ago? Two?)
Well, this is my blog, so.... YES YOU DO! *clears throat*
A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away *coughcoughHighSchoolcough* there lived this stupid little rule called the Hall Sweep.
And in this stupid little rule, poor students caught outside of the classroom in this horrendous event get a fun little paper called a CITATION.
Yours truly, by no fault of my own, got one of said fun papers.
BUT I AM NOT DONE YET!
So, innocent little me wanders through school, goes to class, manages to survive until luch without blowing something up, when some smart person PULLS THE FIRE ALARM.
This happens to be the fire alarm two feet away from our table.
So me and the two people still in the vicinity get herded into the pricipal's office, where we are promptly informed (coughcough screamed at) that someone better fess up now, or we all get ISS (in school suspension).
The problem? We KNOW who pulled it. We SAW the girl. She happens to not be among the group presently being interrogated. Are our protests heard?
Here's your answer: I got to sit and stare at a wall in ISS for an hour and a half.
Yay.
And I'm STILL marked absent for fourth period.
And then my ride had already left.
And then I walked home.
In flats.
And killed my ankle falling down a hill.
Top that. I dare you.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Heart's Melody
I discovered this artist when reading an absolutely amazing webcomic of hers, with stunning art. Turns out that she's majoring in animation, and made this adorable video. Please watch.
Note: Please stop the blog music first and then watch it... It's so much better with sound.
Note: Please stop the blog music first and then watch it... It's so much better with sound.
Friday, September 4, 2009
HICCUPS
Okay... so I have had the hiccups since 9:00 last night.
I cannot get rid of them. I've been drinking water. And for some reason I've been getting them in doubles, so not only am I hiccuping, but I'm going *hichic*.... *hichic*
IS THIS EVEN PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE?!?!?!
Seriously, though. What are hiccups good for? And why do they all sound different? What about that man who had hiccups for like 60 years? I DON' WANNA HAVE THEM FOREVEEEER!
I know this was random, but it was all I could think of right now.
Darn you, hiccups. Darn yoooooou.
I cannot get rid of them. I've been drinking water. And for some reason I've been getting them in doubles, so not only am I hiccuping, but I'm going *hichic*.... *hichic*
IS THIS EVEN PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE?!?!?!
Seriously, though. What are hiccups good for? And why do they all sound different? What about that man who had hiccups for like 60 years? I DON' WANNA HAVE THEM FOREVEEEER!
I know this was random, but it was all I could think of right now.
Darn you, hiccups. Darn yoooooou.
Friday, August 14, 2009
REGISTRATION
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
...okay, I feel better now.
I had to register for school a couple of days ago. And let me tell you EXACTLY how insane it made me. Because firstly, they're supposed to send us a packet in the mail saying WHEN it is and holding ALL of the necessary paperwork.
Did we get one? Nooo.
But luckily my mom somehow found out when it was. So we go to my school. We pick up the paperwork from a very aggrivated volunteer. We split it up, fill it out as fast as possible, and then turn it in to the APPROPRIATE baskets, thank you very much. This is an accomplishment, mind you, because both my mom and I are extremely flustered due to the fact that a)registration ends ONCE AND FOR ALL at 11:30, and b) it is now 10:45.
So we fly over to step two: Checking my immunization records. Now we're pretty sure that everything is fine there, all my shots taken care of and in order.
I dare you to guess what happens next.
They are not in order. According to them, I still need a Hepatitis A shot. And a Tetanus shot. And a Meningitis shot. And the infamously painful one for cervical cancer. The last two are optional (although the very last one my mom decided to sign up for regardless, because, hey, free shot), but let me tell you how the guy at the desk conviced us to get the Meningitis.
His monologue went as follows:
"Menigitis is a really bad disease. All this groady stuff goes on in your body. Your parents will spend thousands of dollars trying to save you. And you'll die anyway. No pressure or anything."
So this is why, during the school year, I've got to get four shots.
Anyway, so we get past that. Pay me fees. Get my picture taken (ickickickick I HATE school pictuuuures!). Get my schedule.
I have 4 AP classes.
Aaaaaaaguh.
So. We try to get that fixed, make some room in my schedule. We wait FOREVER to see my coucilor... only to find out that we have to talk to the VP to get out of any Avanced Placement class.
And he's in meetings all day.
Allow me to scream again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
...okay, I feel better now.
I had to register for school a couple of days ago. And let me tell you EXACTLY how insane it made me. Because firstly, they're supposed to send us a packet in the mail saying WHEN it is and holding ALL of the necessary paperwork.
Did we get one? Nooo.
But luckily my mom somehow found out when it was. So we go to my school. We pick up the paperwork from a very aggrivated volunteer. We split it up, fill it out as fast as possible, and then turn it in to the APPROPRIATE baskets, thank you very much. This is an accomplishment, mind you, because both my mom and I are extremely flustered due to the fact that a)registration ends ONCE AND FOR ALL at 11:30, and b) it is now 10:45.
So we fly over to step two: Checking my immunization records. Now we're pretty sure that everything is fine there, all my shots taken care of and in order.
I dare you to guess what happens next.
They are not in order. According to them, I still need a Hepatitis A shot. And a Tetanus shot. And a Meningitis shot. And the infamously painful one for cervical cancer. The last two are optional (although the very last one my mom decided to sign up for regardless, because, hey, free shot), but let me tell you how the guy at the desk conviced us to get the Meningitis.
His monologue went as follows:
"Menigitis is a really bad disease. All this groady stuff goes on in your body. Your parents will spend thousands of dollars trying to save you. And you'll die anyway. No pressure or anything."
So this is why, during the school year, I've got to get four shots.
Anyway, so we get past that. Pay me fees. Get my picture taken (ickickickick I HATE school pictuuuures!). Get my schedule.
I have 4 AP classes.
Aaaaaaaguh.
So. We try to get that fixed, make some room in my schedule. We wait FOREVER to see my coucilor... only to find out that we have to talk to the VP to get out of any Avanced Placement class.
And he's in meetings all day.
Allow me to scream again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
Monday, July 27, 2009
WHY DOES TWIGHLIGHT BOTHER ME SO MUCH?!? (my apologies to Twilight fans... DON'T KILL ME)
Okay... so the entire Twilight series kinda drives me nuts.
'Kinda' as in 'makes me shoot off into a rant every time someone mentions it, therefore making it a taboo word very fast to anyone within the nearest fifty feet of me.'
So I'm going to try to dissect my strange loathing, which will probably result in about one million Sparklepires accidentally stumbling on this post while looking for Black Market pictures of Edward Cullen, getting hugely angry, forming together into one big Sparkle Vampire Beast Of Doom, and then storming down and setting my house on fire.
But I digress.
Item one: Bella DRIVES ME CRAZY.
Okay, so Sparklepires might not burn my house down on this one, because a lot of them agree with me, if only because they want to keep Edward to themselves (or, for Jacob fans, keep the two of them from ever having children). But seriously. She's just so... I don't know... cardboard. Like, all long suffering 'I'll die for you' one minute, and then a whiny toddler the next. But it's so... predictable. I guess she just seems really, really shallow. At least to me.
Item two: Edward ALSO DRIVES ME CRAZY.
And this is the one where a whole lot of crazed fans are going to march down through the streets with pitchforks. Except for the Jacob fans. I think maybe they are still okay with me. But Edward... can you say 'Typical?' As in dreamboy typical? So incredibly predictable, our dear Edward. Always the night in shining armor. Even though sometimes I swear he's riding the horse the wrong way around.
Item three: Jacob DRIVES MY CRAZY TOO.
And here's where Edward and Jacob fans will actually work together for once, with the singular goal of killing the heathen. But Jacob... I think that maybe it's not him, but it's such the cop-out, making him imprint on Bella's kid. I mean, it's like dear Miss Meyer suddenly saw him as a huge nuisance, being in love with Edward's girl and all, so she pawned him off on someone else.
My conclusion: I dislike Twilight because it's full of people who DRIVE ME CRAZY.
That's all.
Ima gonna go buy myself some fireproof jammies.
'Kinda' as in 'makes me shoot off into a rant every time someone mentions it, therefore making it a taboo word very fast to anyone within the nearest fifty feet of me.'
So I'm going to try to dissect my strange loathing, which will probably result in about one million Sparklepires accidentally stumbling on this post while looking for Black Market pictures of Edward Cullen, getting hugely angry, forming together into one big Sparkle Vampire Beast Of Doom, and then storming down and setting my house on fire.
But I digress.
Item one: Bella DRIVES ME CRAZY.
Okay, so Sparklepires might not burn my house down on this one, because a lot of them agree with me, if only because they want to keep Edward to themselves (or, for Jacob fans, keep the two of them from ever having children). But seriously. She's just so... I don't know... cardboard. Like, all long suffering 'I'll die for you' one minute, and then a whiny toddler the next. But it's so... predictable. I guess she just seems really, really shallow. At least to me.
Item two: Edward ALSO DRIVES ME CRAZY.
And this is the one where a whole lot of crazed fans are going to march down through the streets with pitchforks. Except for the Jacob fans. I think maybe they are still okay with me. But Edward... can you say 'Typical?' As in dreamboy typical? So incredibly predictable, our dear Edward. Always the night in shining armor. Even though sometimes I swear he's riding the horse the wrong way around.
Item three: Jacob DRIVES MY CRAZY TOO.
And here's where Edward and Jacob fans will actually work together for once, with the singular goal of killing the heathen. But Jacob... I think that maybe it's not him, but it's such the cop-out, making him imprint on Bella's kid. I mean, it's like dear Miss Meyer suddenly saw him as a huge nuisance, being in love with Edward's girl and all, so she pawned him off on someone else.
My conclusion: I dislike Twilight because it's full of people who DRIVE ME CRAZY.
That's all.
Ima gonna go buy myself some fireproof jammies.
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